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sexuality of the celebrities included
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Chapter 5

London, England

Grayson Wainwright
walked between the old gravestones, his eyes scanning the old church's structure
and grounds.

It was early morning,
the day after he'd landed in London.

His eyes scanned the old gravestones,
names sometimes showing, some well faded with age.

Others were lost to
eternity, forgotten in the world's forward movement.

He'd waited until the
next day to walk the continuing path of discovery, last night filled with sleep he sorely
needed.

He'd awoken refreshed,
his mind set on the day's task.

He looked towards the
church, moving onto the stone path leading to its front entrance.

He pulled his overcoat
up a little, a brisk morning breeze belaying the spring's soft newness.

In late April it still
was chilly on a London morning.

He walked up the front
steps, opening the front door of the church, walking into its darkness.

He walked through the
vestibule, into the inner sanctum of St. Andrew's Church.

He saw people at the
front of the church, Grayson spotting a minister with a young couple in front of
the altar, several
other people standing around them.

Grayson sat down in
one of the back pews, his quiet entry unseen by any of them.

He sat in silence
taking in the scene before him.

It wasn't hard to see
that it was a rehearsal for an upcoming marriage, the young couple singled out
in their happiness.

The minister smiled at
both, Grayson watching him, the man's face covered in a loving smile, his portly
shape giving a jolliness to his obvious nature.

Grayson smiled, seeing
the happiness and quiet calmness of the English parson.

Grayson remained
silent, his thoughts on what was in front of him, and what his mission was.

His mind went to the
conversations he had had last night--and again this morning--with Emerson.

The man sounded more
rested, even though the hour he'd called Grayson this morning was late back in the
States.

Grayson relayed to him
his news, and his assumptions, Emerson agreeing to the course he now found
himself on.

The path forward towards truth.

After fifteen minutes
the small group began to walk down the aisle, the minister laughing with the
parents of the bride, his smile infectious.

They walked past
Grayson, the minister's eyes going to him, his face showing a visible surprise, his
eyes diverting from the seated man, the minister ushering the people out of the church, saying
his goodbyes in the front vestibule.

Grayson remained in
his seat, looking towards the front of the church, the church descending into
silence.

A jovial, gentle voice
broke the silence.

"It has been too long,
Grayson."
Grayson turned, staring into the brown eyes of the good Reverend Lewis Saunders.

"Yes, Lewis. It has
been too long, servant of God." he said, staring at the jovial minister.

The man's face was
that of a lovable cherub, his cheeks red with love and understanding, the
persona of a country parson, his neck adorned with the collar of his faith.

"Yes it has,
bastion of justice. What
brings you across the pond, Grayson?"
"I walk on the same path as you, Lewis. A path of enlightenment, and of need."
The minister nodded, sitting down in the pew across from him, the two staring at
each other.

Grayson looked ahead,
staring at the altar, smiling.

"A loving couple
they were. About to marry, I believe?"
"Yes, the children of two of my parishioners. The cycle of God's children
continues."

Grayson smiled,
looking back at the man.

"God's love shows in
many ways. So, have your found your Martin yet?"

The minister laughed,
smiling at Grayson.

"Tristan's old joke.
It always brought sunshine into my heart. As did his love." the minister said, remembering
the man's joke about the old comedy duo of Martin and Lewis.

"I know he and you
both met here, with them. And I know of what took place here, here in the church
of your faith so many years ago."
The minister stood up, walking down the aisle, Grayson standing and slowly
following him.

The minister stopped
in front of the altar, staring up at a cross hanging above it.

"Their love was true,
Grayson. I could not deny them the sanctity of it."

Grayson's hand went to
the younger man's shoulder, the minister looking at him.

"You and Gambon
witnessed their union under God. I know they married here. Where did they go
after that?"

"Why must you seek
them out, so many years after their love's embrace? Why not leave their souls in
peace? It was a path of flight they rushed off on that day, the uncertainty of their
lives following."

Grayson folded his
hands in front of him.

"You knew him from
your youth, Lewis. And you knew from that last day at the estate
that he was destined for more than he dreamed. That destiny lays close at hand."

"And the man fled
the horror of that unknown destiny. I saw what I saw that day, Grayson. I saw the rapture
of God's own truth. And that day I gave my soul to Tristan's safety. And to
hers."

Grayson nodded,
looking again into the man's brown eyes.

"And I gave my soul to
his father's love."
"His father's love? Do you even know what that really was we witnessed? I saw the depth of
that love that day, Grayson. And I saw the other side of faith, I saw that face
of madness."

"You saw what was
shown to you, not what was the truth. I have walked with that truth for over
fifty years. I feel more of his love than you could possibly know."
"Love? What that man represents is not love." the minister said, Grayson
sighing.

"We had this
discussion that day long ago, Reverend Saunders. I ask only one thing of you now, as
his friend."
The minister nodded, looking again up at the cross.

"You ask me to go
against my love for him? To betray his trust?"
"Gambon is dead, Lewis."

The minister sat down in the front pew, Grayson sitting down beside him.

"Dead. . .you mean
they. . .?"

"They are on his trail, my friend. I only hope to find him before they do."

"Deception and
mistrust that day so long ago. We never knew the greatness of his evil. And we
never suspected the truth of the Belmont soul."

Grayson sighed,
looking at the minister.

"His father never was
evil, Lewis."
"The abomination of his truths mark him as such, Grayson. You are just too loyal
to see that."

The lawyer sighed, the
minister looking at him with a soft look of compassion.

"There is more there
than what seems, Lewis. God does work in mysterious ways."

"So it has been said.
For your sake I will hold off my judgment of that man. God will sort that out
for all of us one
day."
The lawyer nodded, the two staring at each other.

"I sense in my soul we
both will be there then. And life as we know it will change."

The minister nodded,
placing his hand on Grayson's.

Grayson smiled, seeing
the faith and goodness shining in the man's brown eyes.

"Please help me,
Lewis. You were one of the last to see them. Please tell me where they went from
here."

The minister sat in
silence for a moment, Grayson sensing he was lost in deep thought, as if he were
walking into the past.

"Her smile that day
was so intoxicating. Never in the first years of my ministry--or in the last
twenty of it--had I seen an angel of mercy so shining with love. I saw the
happiness in both of them. His destiny was forgotten, his life so filled with
the happiness of her love that day. And then they vanished. I have longed in my
heart to know if they are still alive, if they escaped the destiny Tristan so
greatly tried to flee. I've only heard from them
once since that day. That was about six months after their wedding here in this
church."
"From where did he contact you, Lewis?"

The minister stared at
the lawyer.

"Tristan called from a
place called Sethman's Inn. It was in a town called Port Talbot."

"Port Talbot? It
sounds like a fishing town. Is that
in Maine?"
The reverend chuckled, Grayson staring at him.

"No, Grayson. It isn't
in the States, the Belmont family holds so dear to its own home. It is actually
here in the United Kingdom."
Grayson nodded, staring at the minister.

"It's a town on the
southeastern coast of Wales."

"Wales? What in God's
name would take Tristan to Wales?"
"I know not his agenda, Grayson. I only tell you where he told me he was. And
that was nearly twenty years ago."
The lawyer nodded, his mind digesting this new piece of the puzzle.

"What did he call you for, Lewis?"
The minister bowed his head for a moment, then raised it again, staring into the
older man's eyes.

"He called me with a question of
faith, Grayson."
"A question of faith? What was his question?"
Lewis folded his hands together looking at the lawyer.

"He asked me if I believed in the
Holy Trinity."
"The Holy Trinity?"

"The trio of God's connecting love.
The Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost."

"But isn't that the doctrine of the
religious center of Christianity? The triad of your faith?"

"Yes, Grayson. The three cornerstones
of faith. But I sensed there was something else behind his question. I felt he
sensed it had something to do with his destiny. I've thought long and hard on
it. Perhaps he was talking of his own father and himself, the ghost being the
destiny forced between them. It's puzzled me to no end."

Grayson nodded, patting the
minister's knee.

"Thank you, Lewis. It
is another point for me to focus on."
The minister nodded, the two men standing up.

"It's conveniently
located, minutes from the studios and from midtown New York. Close to the
nightlife and your creative work. I picked it just for that." Justin smiled,
Lucas looking at him.

"You rented this place
for us?"
"I own the building. An investment I came upon. This condo is yours for the
duration, until you get more famous and get your own places. Consider it a
welcoming bonus for all four of you. There are key cards
in the kitchen for all four of you. It's fully furnished, and stocked with
all the necessary amenities. It's yours." Justin smiled, Lucas smiling at him
with surprise.

"Word to the wise, my
prankster self is coming out." Finn grinned evilly at all of them, Justin laughing.

"I'll be on my toes. I
don't live far from here either, the studios are between our two places. So I'll
be close if you need anything. Jessica's been dying to meet all four of you.
We'd like to invite all four of you to a dinner party we're having Saturday, that's tomorrow night." Justin said, the
four smiling and heartily accepting, Sol smiling at their enthusiastic
happiness.

"That includes
you also,
Sol." Justin said, the older man smiling at him.

"I have meetings
with your execs this afternoon, Justin. I'm only here till
tomorrow morning. I have to fly back to London for some meetings with other people. I
think I can leave these four rascals in your good hands, Justin."
Justin laughed, the other four smiling at their agent.

"I'll rein them in,
and I'll get them started on their first album. We start at the studio Monday morning,
guys. The weekend's yours to enjoy." he smiled, Lucas smiling at him.

It was late Friday
afternoon, the group having landed just after lunch.

"It's just a small
gathering of our mutual friends, some famous, some not." Justin said, smiling at
all four.

"I take it you're
happy to be here finally?"
Lucas stopped chopping, leaning against the counter.

"I am, Justin. It
seems like a dream. We're going to put out an album. We're going to make our
music. It just seems so unbelievable." he said, placing all the vegetables
he'd chopped into a salad bowl, covering it.

"It isn't, Luke.
You've got the talent and drive to make the world take notice. That's why I
wanted you to sign on with me. I see it in your eyes."
Lucas smiled, staring into Justin's eyes.

"Thanks for having
that much faith in me."
"So, do I get a taste?" Justin said, Lucas smiling at him.

"Depends on what you
want to taste? My food or me?"

Justin laughed, Lucas
smiling at him.

"I already tasted you,
remember? That hot kiss?"

Lucas' face changed,
Justin standing up and putting his hand on shoulder.

The couple were
snuggled in a large overstuffed chair, Skyler in Finn's lap.

Trish was blushing,
Lucas smiling at her.

"Drew's going to be
one happy guy." he said, Trish blushing more, the two siblings smiling at each
other.

"Of course he is.
He'll have me!" she said beaming, Lucas laughing, Justin smiling at his smiling
face.

He loved Lucas' laugh,
it sounded so real, so filled with life.

To know the young man
had had a hard emotional battle made that laugh even more remarkable.

"So have you decided
on any particular songs you'd like to have on the album? I heard your previous
performances, there are a lot of good songs in your repertoire." Justin said,
Lucas smiling at his bandmates.

"Yes, we've agreed on
the songs." he said, Justin nodding.

"James told me about
that last ballad you sang at the last venue. He said it has all the makings of
a hit single. I'd love to hear it Monday."
"You will, Justin. It was first on our list." Finn said, Justin smiling at him.

"A bit, Justin. I
always write from my heart, hurt or not." he said, Justin seeing the looks of
compassion from the three bandmates towards Lucas.

Justin patted Lucas'
knee, the young man smiling at him.

"I always sang and
wrote from mine as well, Lucas."
"It showed, Justin. Your two albums were beyond awesome." Finn said, Lucas
agreeing with his friend.

"Thanks, guys. Music
has to come from the heart and soul for it to mean anything. Too often bands
grind out the pop hits without regard for their integrity or their message. I
saw instantly that you four show a lot of soul and heart in all your songs."
The four smiled, Justin smiling back.

"Monday will see that
soul come alive." Lucas said, mostly to himself, the others hearing it, the
young man looking down at his feet.

"For sure, Luke. We
always sing with our souls." Finn said, Lucas raising his head and smiling at
his two friends and sister.

"Yes, we do."
Everyone smiled, Trish looking at her watch.

"Well, I'm going to
head to my bedroom. I promised Drew I'd call him before the end of the day. The
jet lag is starting to take hold also." she
said, standing up, everyone smiling at her.

"I now have to look
out for both of them. What have I gotten myself into?"
Lucas laughed, Finn and Skyler laughing and smiling, saying goodnight, walking down the hall.

"Looks like it's just
you and me kid." Justin said, Lucas laughing.

"No one's called me a
kid in years." he smirked, Justin patting his knee.

"I know you're not a
kid, Luke."
Lucas smiled, the two looking at each other.

"It's been a fun
afternoon, Luke. Thanks for dinner and just your company."
Lucas smiled, nodding at Justin.

"I guess you're
calling it a night as well, then?" he said, Justin smiling at him.

"No, not if you don't
want me to go."

"I'd like you to stay,
Jus. I'm really not that tired."
Justin smiled, Lucas lost in the beauty of his smiling face.

"Then stay I shall.
It's only a quarter to ten." he said, lifting the coffee pot and pouring himself and Lucas
another cup of coffee.

Lucas smiled, leaning
back against the couch back, the two beginning to talk as old friends.

After about an
hour, Justin's phone went off, the man standing up and answering it.
Lucas sensed by his conversation that it was Jessica he was talking to.

"Yes, they'd invited
me for dinner. Are you home yet? Okay, that's cool. I should be there in about
an hour and a half. Love ya, babe."

Justin closed off his
phone, smiling at Lucas.

"Jessica's on her way home from a
shoot uptown, which wrapped up late. I can stay for an hour or
so." Justin smiled, looking towards the piano.

"Would you play me a
song, Luke? I'd like to see your style."
Lucas smiled, getting up and walking over to the baby grand white piano sitting
in the corner of the living room, Justin leaning against its side, smiling at
Lucas.

"Let's see. What shall
I play? I know. I've always loved this song, my Mom always played it at home
when I was sick or not feeling well. It always soothes me."

Justin smiled, Luke
beginning to play the piano, closing his eyes.

Justin stared at him,
listening to the beautiful music that filled the air.

It felt light and
airy, a bounciness to the soft melody.

He didn't recognize
it, smiling and staring at the young man.

He took in every
feature of Lucas' beautiful face, staring with quiet longing at the young man.

He scanned the long
curls of black waviness that hung to Lucas' shoulder, his black soft eyelashes
covering his eyes.

His nose was perfectly
proportionate to his face, the cheeks and chin blemish free.

His lips were a soft,
sensual red.

Lucas played for about
five minutes, finishing the music.

He opened his eyes,
Justin staring at him with quiet awe.

"That. . .that was
beautiful, Lucas. What song is that?" he said, Lucas softly blushing.

"Hey, you're going to
have to get used to people fawning over you, and your looks. We're going to
flash that handsome face of yours everywhere. You four are going to be famous."
Lucas nodded, looking at Justin quietly.

They took a taxi over
to Jusitn's place, all four staring in awe when they piled out of their cab.

Justin's building was
crisp, clean and looked expensive.

They were buzzed in,
guided to a private elevator by the doorman, stepping into it, the doorman
smiling at all four, hitting the sixth floor button, and inserting a key into
the slot.

The doorman bowed to
all four, the doors closing.

"Man this place is too
real." Finn said, adjusting the leather tie he wore around his neck, Lucas
smiling at all this friends.

"Remember, guys. They're just like
other people. And we'll be around for each other to bring the
realness back."

The other three
smiled, Lucas' calm demeanour relaxing them.

The doors of the
elevator opened, the group stepping out, two double doors were in front of them at
the end of a small hallway.

Lucas smiled at his
three bandmates, the four walking up together to the doors, Lucas taking a deep
breath, hitting a buzzer by the door.

The left double door
opened, Justin's smiling face greeting all four.

"You made it!
Awesome!" Justin said, the four smiling, Lucas' smile the widest for Justin.

Justin hugged all four, Lucas smiling
at his generous welcome.

"Please come in,
welcome to my home in New York." he said, the four walking past him into the
condo.

They looked around the
large condo, the room in front of them filled with people, chatting, standing and
sitting around.

Soft music played in
the background, a woman walking towards them.

Lucas staring into the
blue eyes of Jessica Biel as she walked up to them, a wide smile on her face,
her arm going around Justin.

"Hello, everyone. And
this must be Orion, Justin's new brightening star of fame." she smiled, Trish's eyes wide
with shock.

"Hello, Miss Biel."
she softly said, Jessica smiling at her, breaking her hold with Justin, the woman
putting her arm around Trish.

"It's just Jessica.
Welcome to our home, Trish." she smiled, Trish beaming at being singled out from
her friends.

"Justin's told me all
about you four. I see from your faces that he wasn't far wrong. You are one
group of beautiful young people. I'm sure the voices match the looks."
All four smiled, Justin introducing all four to Jessica, she lightly hugging
each, smiling at each one, all four feeling her calm friendship.

She put her arm around
Lucas, smiling at him.

"And you must be
Lucas. I want to hear all about your music." she said, leading him towards a
couch, Justin smiling at the remaining three.

"Come on, guys. Let me
introduce you around." he said, the three smiling widely, Justin guiding them around
the room, the three drawn into his celebrity world, their faces wide with
adoring smiles.

Lucas smiled, his
violet eyes looking around, he seated on a couch with Jessica and Janet Jackson.

Lucas had been talking
with Janet for about fifteen minutes, the two immersed in music, Jessica
listening with a smile on her face at the end of the couch.

Justin sat down beside
her on the couch's armrest, kissing her cheek.

"He seems to be lost
in Janet's world." Justin said, Jessica smiling up at him.

"And the other three seem to be
having fun." Jessica said, smiling towards Finn and Skyler, the two laughing in
a corner with Lance Bass and Trace Alaya, Justin's friend and
business partner.

Trish was by the bar,
deep in discussion with Justin's cousin Rachel, his personal assistant.

Other celebrities
mingled around the apartment, Justin having walked around, chatting with
everyone.

Dinner had been
served, the four bandmates intermingled with others at the buffet table, all
four showing happiness.

Here it was later
after dinner, Lucas lost in Janet's musical discussions.

"I think you should
save him, my love. Janet will talk for hours. I see that usual look in her eye."
Jessica smiled, looking towards the two, her eyes scanning Lucas' beautiful
face.

She couldn't believe
the shade of his violet eyes, their intensity sending a murmur of desire through
her.

The young man's beautiful face and
the way his clothes clung to his muscular body also having a desirous effect on
her.

She smiled up at
Justin, his blue eyes smiling back.

"Will do, Jessica." he
smiled, standing up and walking over to Lucas and Janet.

"You should mingle,
Luke. Janet shouldn't keep you to herself." he smiled, Lucas smiling up at
Justin.

Janet smiled up at
Justin, the young man beside her standing, smiling down at her.

"It's been a thrill,
Miss Jackson." Lucas smiled, Janet smiling back.

"It's Janet, remember
Luke. You have my numbers, and I'll try and stop by the studio to hear you."
Lucas practically beamed, Justin smiling to himself.

His old friend was
working her magic, Justin seeing the young man's obvious happiness.

Lucas moved, walking
over to Finn, his friend smiling at him, Justin sitting down beside Janet.